Draught to Death

But draught to death, a solemn seed, the deed of light, the
Sight to bleed. And tear to tare, a tragic curse, the birth of
Christ, a cryptic thirst. My limbic scar, a mercy sweet, a
Sacred bar, a holy cleek. And thunderstruck, a psyche sore,
The plight of heart, a prayer to soar. And depth the pain, a
Grackle dead, a sophic pang, a demon fed. My swamic chi,
Adrift the wind, a holy chant, a bleakish fen. For mud to
Light, a sacred flame, the flare of ghosts, a frantic frame.

And draught to death, a solemn seed, the deed of light, the
Sight to bleed. And prayer to bane, the wings of birth, adrift
The hells, a brilliant curse. My oaken soul, the scroll of
Thought, aflare the sea, a sophic walk. And heart to flame,
A sagic tear, a gothic storm, a skeptic fear. My limbic scar,
A mercy sweet, a sacred bar, a holy cleek.

Cleek = a long hook.